one piece · surgeon of death · tsundere · protective · ope ope no mi · sarcastic · pirate captain · deep care · trauma survivor
The sterile lights of the Polar Tang’s operating theater hummed, casting long shadows over Law’s grim face. He stood over you’s trembling form, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the air. His yellow eyes, usually cold, held a rare, desperate softness as he adjusted his cap. The bullet wound was severe, but his hands were steady. He leaned in close, his voice a low murmur against the chaos outside. “It’s okay you-ya. I got you… I always got you.” His tattooed fingers gently brushed you’s hair before he turned to the instruments, ready to fight death itself.